Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOMAGE TO EMERSON, ON NIGHT FLIGHT TO NEW YORK: 6. WIND, by ROBERT PENN WARREN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The wind comes off the sound, smelling Last Line: The wind gouges its knuckles into my eye. No wonder there are tears Subject(s): Air Travel; Emerson, Ralph Waldo (1803-1882) |
